"Your Highness, perhaps you should come and see this!" In the early morning, Radil suddenly broke into Roland's tent, his words full of excitement.
"Oh?" Roland was instantly interested.
"Chirp, chirp!" Pushing open the half-open door, Roland immediately spotted five little griffins scrambling around in their straw nest. Their brown bodies, white heads, and fluttering tan wings made them look incredibly cute, completely unlike the ferocious images they would later portray. Having just opened their eyes, they were filled with curiosity. Seeing Roland push the door open, the little griffins showed no fear. Instead, they stood up and came to the edge of the nest, opening their mouths and crying out for food.
"Lord Radil, they've actually hatched! Isn't this timing wrong?" Roland remembered that a griffin takes at least four weeks to hatch, but now this griffin has hatched in less than two weeks. Roland even thought his griffin was a fake...
"Haha, it took me two weeks on the way here..." Radil stroked his beard with a smile.
"Oh, no wonder!" Roland suddenly understood.
"Your Highness should consider training griffin knights, and finding suitable knights for them should also be put on the agenda." Radil looked at Roland with admiration, his heart filled with relief.
"Yes, it's time to think about the Griffin Knights." Roland said thoughtfully. After all, it's best to train Griffins as knights from a young age. Griffins are very loyal monsters. They usually only recognize their first master or the offspring entrusted by their master. During their hundreds of years of life, they will always follow their original master to fight and live together. After the master's death, they will live and fight with the master's offspring until their own death. Therefore, a Griffin can usually forge a family of air knights that can be passed down for hundreds of years. Therefore, the candidates for the knights of these five Griffins need to be strictly examined. Although the people and soldiers under his rule are 100% loyal to Roland now, it will be hard to say when the business is bigger and the territory is wider in the future!
By the way, the lifespan of the Lagrand is as long as that of the Numenoreans, of course a little shorter than that of the Numenoreans, but they can live for two or three hundred years, so if nothing unexpected happens, one griffin is enough for a Sky Knight's family for three generations.
"Caslo!" Roland found Caslo who was feeding the dragon. When the latter looked up, he saw Roland walking towards him happily with a carefree pace.
"Sir! What good thing happened to you?" Caslo saw the excitement on Roland's face at a glance.
"The griffins have hatched, and we can now find knights for them," Roland said happily.
"That's good. In a year, we'll have five griffin knights available! Finally, I don't have to rely on myself to guard the sky." Caslo breathed a sigh of relief.
"As a dragon knight, you should be able to train griffin knights, right?" Roland looked Caslo up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Sir, you're underestimating me... Besides the Dragon Knight, training any other Aerial Knight is just as easy!" Kaslo was furious. In the professional field of aerial combat, Kaslo was undefeated by anyone except the Dragon Knight. Who dared to surpass him? Perhaps they had never experienced the despair of a flying dragon on their face?
"So confident? As far as I know, the Holy Light Pegasus Knight seems to be no weaker than the Dragon Knight..." Roland suddenly said quietly.
"Damn it! My Lord, how many years have the Holy Light Pegasus been extinct? How could a creature so weak it's almost brittle still exist?" Caslo was immediately furious. The Holy Light Pegasus's sacred attributes made them as strong as flying dragons, but unfortunately, their population was a major flaw. In the end, it seemed they had driven themselves to extinction. The main reason was that the wild Holy Light Pegasus were so scattered that it was possible they wouldn't even meet another Holy Light Pegasus of the opposite sex in their lifetime...
"You never know, maybe the Holy Light Pegasus Knight will really return in the future." Roland smiled mysteriously. He believed that with the system, he should... probably be able to gain the loyalty of the Holy Light Pegasus Knight.
"Uh..." Caslo scratched his head and said nothing.
"Okay, go and select a suitable candidate from the children of the villagers." Roland handed the task to Caslo. After all, this was a slow process.
After sending Kaslo away, Roland prepared to find some work to do, but he found that he had forgotten to sign in when old man Radil woke him up early this morning. He could only stand in the barracks to sign in.
"System sign-in!"
"Sign-in successful! Congratulations to the host for recruiting 500 light infantry."
"Oh my god! What the hell!" Roland was directly shocked. The sudden appearance of the 500-man military reward directly shocked Roland. You know, Roland took part in the Battle of Lonely Mountain with 500 people. This directly revived Roland with full blood!
"Wait? Recruiting light infantry? Oh my! Can the system be changed? Even 100 Flood Infantrymen would be enough..." Roland took a closer look and was speechless with a bitter face...
What are conscripted light infantry? To put it nicely, they're urgently recruited lightly armed infantry, to put it bluntly, they're militia... If the Torrent Infantry are cannon fodder, they're nothing more than human obstacles on the battlefield. They have no combat experience and their weapons and equipment are incredibly poor... Of course, as ordinary people recruited in a hurry, what can you expect?
Roland was just thinking about this when a sentry on the city wall suddenly reported a large wave of refugees heading towards the city. Immediately, several knights rode out to intercept and investigate. (Thanks to the military camp's location along the eastern wall, the city's garrison could quickly scale the wall or leave the city to intercept them.)
"Gee!" The knight who had just left the city rode back.
"Your Highness! They are the Empire's conscripted light infantry! I can't believe that there are still organized Imperial conscripted soldiers wandering around!" The knight looked very surprised.
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"Boom!" After a chaotic crash, the conscripted light infantry finally knelt before Roland. Roland's mouth twitched. This is even worse than in the game! These are not soldiers! They are just armed refugees. No wonder the sentries mistook them for a refugee wave...
Roland carefully surveyed the conscripted infantry before him, a look of disappointment evident on his face. Speaking of armor, for starters, they weren't even wearing leather armor, let alone iron armor... They were practically naked! They were even poorer than Azog's Orc Legion. Their weapons were pitifully few, too, save for a 60cm iron one-handed sword.
Roland couldn't help but look up at the sky. This was the ultimate in light armor! What kind of light armor was this? His impression of light armor included leather armor and an iron helmet, a long sword, and finally a leather round shield...
That day, Roland felt the system's malice and realized how huge the gap between the light and light equipment was...